Many things have happened recently. A few nights ago I gave my two week notice at Primo's (Riverfront Restaurant now) because they shorted me $100 on my check and refused to pay me. Today I come in and the schedule is nothing but shifts that are not my availability. When I asked to get it fixed the incompetent manager said probably not. I put on my jacket and walked out the door. What's the point of me finishing a Sunday day shift that's always dead just to not work next week. My Lush manager told me she's give me more hours so I'm not worried, and I'll be a licensed massage therapist by the beginning of February so it's really no biggie. Check me out, people- for the first time in years I'm no longer a waitress!

For Christmas Asshole Ex bought me a bumper for my car. For those who don't know the story, a few years ago, after pulling an all night road trip home from seeing The Killers with oops_in_the_apt in Houston, some guy rammed into me at a stop sign on the way to work in the morning. Hit and run, nothing I could do. I like my bumper. I like every little dink on my car. They tell a story. I drove this car off the lot and I plan on being the one that tows it to the junk yard. Asshole Ex hates the bumper and has been trying for over a year to make me get a new one. I've been stead fast in my "no". He's gone so far as to tell me I'm ruining my son's life by having a messed up bumper. For almost ten years growing up my mom drove a ten year old (when she got it) Corola with a huge rust spot on the driver's door. Did I care? Nope. Did any kid ever tease me about it? Nope. I went to a pretty posh private school for a while in my youth, too. He tells me about the bumper while we're at Canes with Melanie and he's bringing me Muskrat. I couldn't say anything at the time but I've sent him a text saying that I didn't want it. I just think it's pathetic that, three years after we've broken up, he's still trying to control my life. It's just another example of why there's no way in hell I'm going anywhere with him. It's the little things that show the real person underneath. He's still the same manipulative, self important, Napoleonic little shit he always was. At least our son is awesome.

Guy that I made the post about not too long ago finally officially asked me on a date. Granted, it was via text but he is off shore so I'm happy.

I've been catching up on a lot of tv. Me and Muskrat finally watch the Doctor Who Christmas Special today and OMG THE FISH! Also, I'm now on season 3 of Being Erica (great amazing fucking show), and started watching Breaking Bad as well as Eureka. Eureka I just started tonight and I like it so far but Breaking Bad I can't watch the last ep of season 1 because I don't want to spend the money on season 2 right now and I don't want it to end! It's amazing! I'm rewatching Lost from the beginning and am also in season 4 of rewatching Supernatural. What can I say, I like to multitask!

Also, the suckiest thing about getting a new tattoo is the itchy phase it gets in while it's healing. It itches so. much.

I'm also pretty unmotivated right now. I think it's because the Saints lost today. My poor boys!

Current Mood: sore

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1] The optimistic part of me wants to think he just wanted to get you a bumper as a nice thing to do -- but the optimistic side is fading quite fast and making me want to have him have his head dent the new bumper for a story for the car :)2] Not a waitress! WoO! Scary, we are growing up, right?3] This Lush place sounds amazing, and I lost my body scent at Vikki's (it was discontinued] -- do they have body sprays?4] Yay for potential date5] You can't NOT tell me what your tattoo is of.

%) This is the center piece, it's on my lower back. It's finished, one fish (the zombie one) is shaded, the other is not yet. The top wave of this will be coming out from the sides of both fish. It'll be full color and I'll post a pic when it's done. It's to cover up the little faerie on my lower back that I got when I was in the process of trying to cope with the subject of this entry. I think I've finally started to come to terms with some of it and I think part of getting over it is also taking away the physical mark of it I left on my skin.

We need to get lunch or do something while you're here! I want you to meet muskrat, and I'll take you to Lush and walk you through everything and how awesome it all is! I think they have one in St. Louis, I'm almost positive. You should find out!

(also, can you please edit your comment below with my son's name? I don't refer to him by name on public entries :) )